Melismata | ||
The Cryers Song of Cheape-side.
14.
O yes, O yes, O yes,
If any one at fifteene, hath taken vp and found
A pretie, pretie thing, that hath her maiden head vnbound.
If any gallant haue with Cater-tray,
Play'd the wise Aker, and made all away,
Let him come to the Crier,
There will bee laide a thousand pound to tenne,
That none, (of these) will ere bee had againe.
If any one at fifteene, hath taken vp and found
A pretie, pretie thing, that hath her maiden head vnbound.
If any gallant haue with Cater-tray,
Play'd the wise Aker, and made all away,
Let him come to the Crier,
There will bee laide a thousand pound to tenne,
That none, (of these) will ere bee had againe.
O yes, O yes,
If note or line, or word be here let fall,
That giues, to any man the taste of Gall,
Let him come to the Cryer,
I will lay my lips to a fat shrouing Hen,
That none of these will be had againe,
For this I say and likewise I protest,
No arrowes here at shot at any brest,
But all are well come to my musicke feast
If note or line, or word be here let fall,
That giues, to any man the taste of Gall,
Let him come to the Cryer,
I will lay my lips to a fat shrouing Hen,
That none of these will be had againe,
For this I say and likewise I protest,
No arrowes here at shot at any brest,
But all are well come to my musicke feast
Melismata | ||